Them and Us

ten

"What. Is. Your. Actual. Problem." Christoph heard Aberfaye practically shout across the hallway. 

"Why are you always in the way?" He heard his brother growl back at her. 

Christoph shook his head and rolled his eyes. Another argument was stirring between Christian and Aberfaye. He cautiously opened the door and closed it and then stood in the hallway, listening to where the voices were coming from. He turned a corner and saw two people who were too busy having a stare down to notice that Christoph was lurking behind them.  

It was too tense for Christoph and so he slowly walked backwards into the corner he just turned and sighed, waiting for their moment to cool down. The air was still as the silence that prolonged for which felt like a minute for Christoph. Until they of course one of them spoke up. 

"Answer the question." Aberfaye said through gritted teeth. 

She really wanted to know why Christian always acts so coldly towards her. She usually didn't pay attention to the people that didn't like her but with Christian, it's like he goes out of his way to pronounce the fact he doesn't like her.  

"What?"  

"What is your bloody problem." She meant to say it like a question but it came out as a blunt statement. 

"Your existence. Now please move out the way before I move you myself." He put on a sarcastic smile. 

For Christian, he didn't really give a damn about Aberfaye. He thought she was a bit irrelevant, always sticking her nose in everyone's business. If it weren't for the fact she basically reunited him with his brother, he would have abandoned her on the side of the road the day she showed up with her car. 

Aberfaye studied Christian's face, annoyed by the fact his face was almost completely identical to his brother's. Sometimes she'd be taken aback when Christian insulted her as she'd think that it was Christoph. However, for the past few days, she had been spotting a few differences (except for the plain obvious – Christoph has blond hair and Christian has brown) like Christoph having a few light freckles on his face or how his actions were a lot more gentle than Christian's. 

Christoph unconsciously leaned closer to the edge of the wall with his back to it as he listened in. He didn't realise how far he leant until he tripped over his feet and stumbled right behind Aberfaye. He didn't fall but there he stood, even more embarrassed for interupting the argument and making it awkward. 

Christian, with a confused look on his face, said, "Chris?" Christoph's head shot up at his twin's voice. "You alright? You look a bit pink." 

"Y-yeah." Christoph cleared his throat and spoke clearer. "I'm fine."  

He quickly walked past the pink haired dog owner and his twin, and entered into his room. He sat down on the bed and huffed. Christoph put his head between his hands and thought.  

Why am I acting like this?  

The door slammed open and stood in the door frame was his over-protective brother. 

"Why can't I get any privacy around here?" Chris shouted before going to slam the door in his twins face, but was stopped by Christian's more muscular arm. 

"Come on, you can talk to me. What happened to the times you used to tell me everything?" Christian coaxed his brother, trying to stop him from shutting the door. He was currently half in, half out and his arm was starting to bruise from the continuous door hitting him.   

"Fine." Christoph opened the door and dragged him in, leaving the door slightly ajar. 

"So..." Christian started. He walked over to the bed and sat next to him twin who had reoccupied his previous spot.